He is not so far gone that he did not notice how shocked she seemed when his tongue caressed the fine hairs of her chin. It gave him hope, it gave that small piece of him that was plagued by her his every waking moment satisfaction yet it was fleeting and short lived. He had wronged her and by right she should punish him. He would not let his emotions, his deep and intense like…dare he say love for her cloud his warrior code. Yet had he known her internal monologue he would have howled for joy, he would have sang victory for she was his and his alone. He would make due on his claim, he would remind her that she would always be his no matter what, that he would challenge any male who dared look upon her with lust or love. He would inform her that for her to love another would be to ensure their death. He would dictate that his whereabouts was just as much her business as hers his, but he did not know. He did not know how much she really cared despite the fact that he watched her. He was blind…clueless…a male.

With silent strength and trust he tilts his head back, he knows that she will do the best thing. He trusts that she will be quick, that she will be the warrior that the situation calls for to be. He also knows that he will endure whatever she dishes out with grace, with poise that befits one of his skill. He will show her what kind of warrior he can and will be. He will show her that she…that he…oh the pressure. He can feel her canines as they press upon his throat and once when he was willing to shut his eyes and let it happen he suddenly can not. His eyes burn as they seek hers, they are daring while at the same time lending strength. They are beseeching her to learn violence, to learn how to deal with life but instead she withdraws, taking a low growl from his throat with her.

”You are no Queen Dragonfly. You are a Princess until you learn what you need to know. Until you learn that violence is the way of life and how to dish it out just as well as it comes at your throat.” His words are biting yet delivered with utmost care. ”You must be prepared whether the time is right or not. War does not wait and right now it calls for us. We should prepare so that we do not lose.” He pushes upon her, tests her resolve as she delivers her next words. ”I will never leave your side again if that is your wish. I, however, will not tolerate certain things and I have a feeling you know what they are. Do not push me and I will serve you until my last breath. I have left to learn control but I am learning that control does not exist when I am around you. However there are more important things to discuss than my wandering and life lessons. What is our next step? Perhaps a spar?”

If she did not lift off of him when he pushed her gently before this time he wraps his paws around her, squeezing roughly but not in a way to hurt her. He will not be easy on her, she will learn to be a queen, and he shall be her vicious right paw. He shall be the one to lend out punishments with a swift fang if need be. They will learn to be a team if it was the last thing he did.